Lorry vs. Lady Despair
The church clergy members responsible for piloting the Airship spoke up one after another:
"Yes!"
Before coming here, they had been personally received by the Archbishop and knew that all subsequent actions must be completely under the command of the person in front of them.
May the Goddess bless us.
Lorry nodded slightly and quickly tapped his chest four times clockwise.
After saying that, he stepped off the Airship and saw the enormous black object billowing black smoke as it gradually shrank in his field of vision.
Hopefully, it's not too late... even if it means one less person dies... Lorry silently watched the Airship disappear, sighing as he thought to himself.
He was just about to visit his employees when he suddenly stopped.
The wind told him: Someone is coming.
Moreover, he is a rather dangerous Beyonder!
Lorry instinctively intended to use "Teleportation" to leave, but the faces in the workshop flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but hesitate.
However, this hesitation completely cost him the opportunity to leave.
A makeup mirror suddenly appeared.
In an instant, she transformed into an extremely beautiful woman.
The flowing white robe couldn't conceal her shapely figure, and the large white Face Mask couldn't hide her stunning beauty.
Her captivating eyes alone, shimmering like a lover's whispered words, were enough to steal the hearts of most men.
"I never expected the owner of the Posner Face Mask Factory to be such an Beyonder..." The beautiful woman smiled faintly and removed the new type of Face Mask from her face.
Her voice was soft and sweet, almost like she was pouting:
Your gift is nice, but the design is a bit plain.
"Hmm... I suggest you hire a few of the Kingdom's top fashion designers and have them design a Face Mask suitable for women."
The woman blinked and took out a sparkling crystal ball:
What do you think?
As she spoke, her delicate white hand gently stroked the crystal ball. Her beautiful face paused slightly for a moment, but her smile quickly became even brighter.
"MI9 Informant Lorry, writer Raven, Factory owner Fitz Posner... it was all you. You didn't Death in the Line of Duty."
"And I was heartbroken for you for so long..."
The woman's voice was plaintive and full of sorrow.
At this moment, Lorry felt no urge to appreciate the beauty before him.
On the contrary, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being suddenly grabbed and thrown into an icy river while sleeping in a warm bed on a cold winter's day.
The bone-chilling cold made him shudder uncontrollably.
"You... Lady Despair?"
Lorry opened his mouth with difficulty and uttered a few words.
Backlund may be teeming with Demoness, but he believes there is only one Demoness who makes him feel so dangerous.
Oh? You know me?
Lady Despair smiled softly, her expressive eyes staring intently at Lorry, making him involuntarily want to respond.
He kept swallowing, forcibly suppressing the urge.
The Lady Despair's eyes gleamed with amusement as she sized up Lorry.
"It seems you have many secrets... But it doesn't matter, the more secrets a man has, the more attractive he is, and the more he can make my body and soul fall for him."
I'm really starting to admire you more and more, and I want to give you everything.
Do you... want to experience real Pleasure?
Her sweet voice rang out softly, perfectly complementing the two delicate blushes on her stunningly beautiful face, making her look like an innocent young girl who had just met her idol.
"True Pleasure..." For a moment, Lorry seemed to lose his ability to think, nodding impatiently, "I want it."
He looked around and frowned, saying:
"However, the conditions outside are too rudimentary."
"Let's go inside and talk."
"Okay." Lady Despair nodded gently with a bright smile, her steps graceful, her hips swaying as she followed Lorry toward the office.
Underground Ruins.
Klein saw a phantom door composed entirely of eerie blue light.
"Unguarded, with bloodstains on the ground, signs of a fierce battle nearby." He looked around and Calmness came to a conclusion.
Unlike acting, there was genuine infighting on the other side!
This seems like an opportunity to me... Ince Will is behind me, and there's nowhere else to go but through this Light Gate...
It seems I have no better choice... With that thought, Klein made a quick decision and carefully entered the Light Gate.
A deep blue light suddenly filled the field of vision.
He saw himself standing in a passageway with layers of light and shadow, flanked by deep darkness and aimless, invisible creatures.
Klein gritted his teeth and strode forward.
Soon, he arrived without any hindrance at a magnificent hall paved with gray tiles and with Vault supported by thick stone pillars.
In the center of the hall was an Altar with Mysticism significance, with two hooded figures kneeling on the ground on the east and west sides respectively.
Klein's pupils contracted sharply.
His Spirituality intuition told him that he had seen two of them before; they were the very same mysterious men who had just swiftly killed four guards and taken their Corpse away!
Suddenly, a suppressed growl echoed in the hall:
Not enough! Still not enough!
"I need more offerings so that the Lord may return to the earth!"
Directly in front of the Altar, another hooded figure was prostrate. He suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed intently on his four subordinates:
"Now it's your turn to offer your flesh and soul to the Lord!"
The hooded figures on the east and west sides stood up, their emotions unwavering, as if they were not the ones about to die.
"Yes, Mr. A."
After saying that, they all reached out and smashed their skulls in unison.
In an instant, crimson Flames leaped rapidly from the four slowly falling Corpse, and devout chanting echoed within the Distortion light and shadow they created.
"The Lord will eventually come to earth!"
Mr. A? Was this last person Mr. A?
Klein quietly watched the hooded figure focused on the ceremony, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the actions of his four subordinates, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
The people at the Aurora Order are Lunatic!
He committed suicide without hesitation.
The thought flashed through his mind, but Klein quickly considered the practical issues at hand.
He looked at the dappled sunlight streaming through the Vault in the distance, knowing that if he could find a way to get closer, he could simply throw a Match out and escape.
Given Mr. A's current state, he might not choose to waste time hunting him down.
But do I really want to do that?
Let Ince Will and his gang's schemes succeed, allowing Mr. A to successfully summon the Evil God he worships and wreak havoc on the earth?
Klein looked conflicted, but quickly made up his mind.
No!
I must find a way to stop them!
However, just then, as he racked his brains trying to figure out how to disrupt the ceremony, Mr. A growled impatiently again:
"Not enough, still not enough!"
With a roar, he suddenly stood up, coldly sweeping his gaze over, his eyes indifferently fixed on Klein in the shadows, a slow smile forming on his lips:
"However, with you added, that's enough."
"For the Lord's coming, give up everything that belongs to you!"